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In
valley of singing birds and a river, lived a brother and his sister in a wooden
cabin. His name was Daniel and hers Shirley. Daniel used to earn bread by cutting
timber and Shirley was in school. He was creative whereas she was curious!

Dear
Blog,This
is the first time I’m writing a letter to you. Hope you receive it in time.
It’s been a while since I thought of writing a letter to you, to tell you how
important you are to me. We have been together since few years now but there
was hardly a time we spoke to each other. I believe there’s no better way than
a snail mail to fill up this gap. Frankly
speaking I can’t recollect what motivated me to start a blog but I do remember
how the enthusiasm kicked in and we started writing our own history together. We
started the journey with youthful rhymes. Yeah! I remember why we decided it to
be named as “rhymes” & not poems. It was because we didn’t consider
ourselves to match the level of those celebrated poets. We considered ourselves
rookie in this field but I must say I enjoyed and still do the way we wrote
rhymes & were eager to publish it to the world. We were like a drop in the
sea but what encouraged us was that now we are the part of the sea! Year passed
and we…

I missed your first talk. I left for office when you
first walk. I couldn’t be with you, first
day at school. I know your dad isn’t that
cool. I was on the way home, when
you got injured. I was really scared when I
heard. I cancelled our plan for the
sunset. I know I owe you my time as
a debt. I wish for a life to live
those lost moments. More than you, I regret my absence. I was out there to make your
future bright. I want your days ahead to be
filled with light. Coz I’ve been in the
darkness and blues. I'd never want you to walk
a mile in my shoes.This post is a part of Write Overthe Weekend, an initiative for IndianBloggers by BlogAdda.